Don'T Be Too Sure Poem by Gboyega Idowu

DON’T BE TOO SURE

I can hear the jingle of the bell
The call is clear; the sound is bam
I am very sure it’s our call to come and dine
The bell-ringer can’t sing it out.

I think he hate me so much
Why can’t he help me when I need Him?
And yet! He keeps saying he loves me.
I know he is using irony because he hates me

Many of our though are ruled with emotion
And the way we see is how we stand
At times we live but we are dead
An able man that is absence when needed
Is as good as a disable man present?

Assumption is the key to failure
Knowing fact makes you go fast
Please don’t be sure;
It’s our call to dine or He hates you

Life is about fact…. Live on it;
© Crux!